A Poem By Rebecca Gonzales

Him

She had never bothered to look for him.
She knew she’d recognize him.

He’d be bold, a
Hemingway character.

He’d be passionate,
His words, lyrics for Andrea Bocelli.

He’d be carefree, like Lynyrd Skynyrd.

She knew she’d found him one
Beautiful afternoon on the banks of the Guadalupe,
Attraction flowed like a current.

But the shimmer of the Texas sun on the river
Rippled along the cattails, carrying that idyllic day
Into the shade of the crowding oaks.